You quickly park the car, and get inside so as few as possible see you. Once inside, you nearly rip your shirt off as it is almost as tight on your huge breasts as the bodysuit. You throw off your shoes and peel your pants off your hips. You realize your suit will transform you into the Blair character from Soul Eater. You secretly lust after a woman like that, with a skin tight body suit and huge breasts to match. You sit down and notice your feet are smaller, but your legs are long and slender. You grab an empty bowl on the table next to you and start to jack off again. This may be a Blair costume, but the black lycra around your balls feels very strange. As your orgasm starts to build, you begin to pump out the black ooze again. You hold the bowl to catch the ooze as it flows freely from your cock while you stroke. As the bowl fills, you drink it dry, licking it until it is clean. While your orgasm seems to build, it doesn't seem to arrive. You spend the rest of the afternoon repeating your cycle of milking the ooze from your cock and consuming it, while you feel orgasmic waves throb though you, but not the sudden jolt like your used to. After several cycles, you begin to milk ooze as soon as you pump.
Your arms are now tired after switching hands every so often to keep going. You reach inside to rub your huge nipples. Each twist and caress of your nipples results in more of the ooze flowing from your cock. This gives you an idea. You head to your bathroom, and put a plug in the bath drain, and grab your magic fingers massage wand, and get inside the tub. You turn on the magic fingers, and slip a nipple into the rubber fingers. Your cock instantly throbs and a slow flow of ooze starts to trickle out. This suit must have magic properties, because you are sure your balls could never produce this much. You don't care either, as you enjoy the ministrations of the massage wand on your tits. You hang the cord around your neck, and lean back so you can drift off for a nap while your nipple is massaged.
You wake up, it's daylight...but it's morning. You look down, and the black ooze is right at your tits, the massage tool still going. You lean forward and pull the massage wand away and turn it off. The smell of the vanilla is arousing. You cup your hand and bring a handful to your lips, sipping the sweet ooze. Mmmmmm, you smile happily. As you reach between your legs to jerk off again, you feel nothing. You move around your entire crotch, and you feel nothing but a slit. As you push a finger inside, you gasp....the ooze seemed to finish the job. Not to be disappointed, you quickly begin to finger yourself and enjoy your first female orgasm. It must be the ooze, as your orgasm builds quickly and you feel waves of heat throb though your body. You savor the feelings and take a deep breath, and dunk your head and all beneath the ooze. Your face and upper body seem to tingle and throb, both from your continued clit massage and the ooze. After several minutes of this play, you stop and stand up. The ooze just rolls down your suit and into the bathtub. You reach down and pull up the zipper. At that instant, your mind is filled with the consciousness of the Blair character, and your body's transformation is complete. As you look into the mirror, you see yourself, you see Blair and you need to find a man or two. You are still you, but you are driven by the needs of Blair, and you are happy to go along.